A week after sharing my woes about practical, daily dressing I had a rare day of no cycling or gym-ing which meant I could put on a dress! It felt only right to mark this momentous occasion with an embarrassing public photograph.
This is me in St Pancras station with a statue of John Betjamin. The two of us are gazing in wonder and awe at the station roof, a kind stranger coerced into photographing us. (Thanks, Carol!) John is wearing a mac, I am wearing my Vogue 8667 dress, made in magenta wool from Stone Fabrics. I gotta tell ya, it’s a great dress! Perfect for Autumn.
I don’t need much of an excuse to get the glad rags out, as evidenced by Operation Oonaballoona. If you haven’t already heard, Dolly Clackett is organising a get-together in October so that I can wear my Gertie bombshell dress once it’s, ahem, finished. (Well, I’m sure that’s not the only reason.) Do sign up if you fancy joining us. It’s guaranteed to be a riot!
* The only vaguely optimistic Betjamin quote I could get. God, his poems are depressing!